Jesus, my Sav­ior, died, nailed to the tree—
Cruelly cru­ci­fied, strick­en for me!
Darkness there shut Him in!
God judged Him for my sin!
Jesus, my soul to win, died there for me!

Jesus, my Sav­ior, rose out of the grave!
Captive He led my foes, my soul to save!
Jesus in Hea­ven now, glo­ry up­on His brow,
Calleth to men be­low, sin­ners to save!

Jesus, my Sav­ior, lives for me above;
Mercy and grace He gives free­ly in love;
By my in­fir­mi­ty ten­der­ly moved is He;
Sweet is His sym­pa­thy, sweet is His love!

Jesus! be­yond the sky, now on God’s throne,
Looking with lov­ing eye down on Thine own;
Soon in that won­drous place
Sweetly we’ll sing Thy grace,
Gazing up­on Thy face—all of Thine own!